Destitute creation.
Wake burnt in memory...

Take away what you said.
Rip it apart before I bleed...

As if living life—
Roaming, violent, never still...

What does bile taste like?
As I sit, sirens blaring...

Won’t you be my octopus?
Won’t you climb about my walls...

Flitting about, free—
Kings and queens of city skies...

Lone tree standing still—
Fire against the great blue sky...

There was a time when everything
devastating happened after an explosion...

There weren't enough nights in a year for us.
You, with dim eyes glowing furiously, always...

Caught you sitting; fingers spread,
Dusty organ keys , gut pit a coiled...

Path set in stone, my legs are not my own.
Forever ambling toward distant horizons...

Footprints in the snow;
snapshots of your past...